Pathological Ruseman in Equestria - Prologue

>You are Anonymous

>And you are a compulsive liar.

>Not that you make up anything hurtful or malicious, no.

>You just liked to tell a good story every now and then.

>Not that you even would call it compulsive, either.

>Once and while, you'd just tell a white lie, no big deal.

>"YA' CHEATED ME, ANON!"

>Or so you thought.

 

>A rather perturbed man by the name of Louis was grabbing you by the shoulders, keeping your back to the guard rail of 5th Street's bridge.

>You never were a good swimmer, but you're sure Louis wasn't about to toss your ass over the side.

>"Ya' said Numbah' Six never loses!" Louis spit in your face, while a single vein throbbed on his forehead.

>Almost sure.

"I can explain."

>As you try to talk your way out of this, the much bigger man proves to be a lot more upset than a lost bet on a horse race than you previously assumed.

>And by proves, you mean he tosses your ass over the side of the bridge.

>Your thoughts turn to how unseasonably warm the water is as you fall into the river below.

 

>You resurface as quick as you can, but your attempts to stay head-above-waters are being thwarted by your heavy winter clothing.

>You curse your poor swimming skills as your scarf gets your right arm tangled.

>This would not be such a problem if the current had not suddenly picked up with unnatural vigor, and you found yourself being pulled by some invisible force back underwater.

>Your heart begins to race as you try clawing for the surface, but before long you find it too difficult to hold you breath, and unconsciousness soon takes you as you sink to the bottom of the river.

 

>You wake up with a shock as you feel your legs hit ground, while the rest of you lies face-first in what feels to be grass.

>You hear started, hushed whispers quickly followed by the sound of movement, as if several people just ran away.

>Did... some people drag you out of the river?

>With a groan, you slowly turn yourself onto your side and open your eyes, and are shocked by the sight.

>It's daytime, and you're no longer in the city. What's stranger still, is that on the other side of the river, you see a treeline. A very brightly coloured treeline.

 

>You scramble to your feet to get a good look at your surroundings.

>Confused to all hell, you can't seem to see the city in any direction. You stand in a tiny forest clearing, and all around you are unnaturally colourful trees.

>And then suddenly something off catches your eye.

>Did that bush just move?

>Right at the end of the clearing, there are several bushes, and you could have sworn one of them just moved, the one with the pink bow sticking out the top.

>Wait. Pink bow?

 

>You squint your eyes and stand in silence, staring down the suspicious shrubbery.

>There was, no doubt, a little pink bow poking out of the top of the bush.

>You take a step forward to investigate

>And the bush takes a step back.

>Frowning, you break into a run, determined to find out who was hiding in the fishy foliage.

>Only, as you do this you hear a young girl's voice exclaim in surprise and the bush darts past the treeline, into the forest.

>Well, shit.